Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.